"......"
After the words were spoken, the passageway plunged into darkness.
Xu Xinyao stared blankly at her third brother, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure before her, her eyes filled with a hint of grievance and confusion, as a sour emotion quietly spread through her heart.
She remembered the scene where he looked at her with disgust and called her a lowly bastard, and her fists clenched ever so slightly.
Back then she was sad, but not as suffocatingly devastated as she felt now.
She didn't understand why he thought she would betray their father, who was taciturn but commanding of respect.
Her pale lips moved delicately as Xu Xinyao subconsciously wanted to deny the accusations, but looking into Xu Yuan's calm gaze, she fell silent for a moment and then said with a trembling voice,
"If Xinyao really did those things, Third Brother, please just kill me."
Xu Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly at her words, gently rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.
